How can I describe your spirit?
If I were a singer, I would like to sing a euphemistic song to praise your selfless dedication.
If I were a painter, I would use all kinds of colorful colors to describe your selfless works.
If I were a sculptor, I would carve your sonorous beliefs on exquisite jade.
However, I have only a few poor words to describe you.
On the day when the spring breeze swept people away, you came quietly and silently moistened your green dream with sweat.
The endless Yuan Ye is the sustenance of your life. "Life is so charming" is true. You bow to the earth and declare war on the red sun-the land under your feet will become the green sea of Wang Yang.
In the early morning, in the watery morning, your footprints stumble on the thorny road, take your shovel and take a day's dry food to start your green dream. Your head has turned into an ocean of sweat, and you turn a blind eye, as always. You ignored the clank of the shovel and still bowed your head to work.
At night, the moon like water reflects your rickety body. It's getting late, aren't you tired? The answer is no, the stars are around you, frogs are singing around you, and you ignore them and still bow your head to work.
With the stars, you sleep late every day; As the moon witnesses, you get up early every day.
Day after day, year after year, my hands are cocooned and my temples are white. You know the bitterness of the years, and you know the sweetness.
In spring, birds sing because of you, the sun shines because of you, the grass is green because of you, and flowers are red because of you. You filled your green dream with your hands.
The sky is blue, but the feet are green.